Weekend Warrior

So, as you read already, I had a well-thought out plan to lose weight. I motivated myself. I wrote. I planned. I was ready to go. I could see the skinny me on the horizon.

And then came the weekend. There went that. Isn't it amazing how quickly all my plans went flying out the door?? Isn't it amazing how little thought I gave to my plan when presented with pizza and vodka?? Isn't it amazing that for not one moment, not one single second, did I think to myself "I better not eat that because I'm on a diet."?  I did none of these things. I simply ate and drank my Friday night AND Saturday night away. Wow. Look who feels stupid now!

But that's just it. I don't feel stupid. Maybe if I felt some sense of remorse or guilt for my food and drink induced coma, I'd remember that awful feeling of guilt, and not repeat my mistakes again next weekend. But, that's the problem!! I don't feel guilty at all. I look back at my weekend (which isn't over yet, by the way) and I'm happy about it. I got together unexpectedly with old friends on Friday night, and last night I had a great time out with my husband. Why do I need to regret that? I don't. To the contrary, I feel pretty great that I have old friends and a husband who I truly enjoy hanging out with. So, no guilt. No guilt whatsoever.

Oh well. It's a brand new day. Maybe I'll lose weight today or maybe even tomorrow. Until then, I'll keep being chubby in a good way...